In the darkest light performs The enchanting choir of shadows Bleeding its madness into me Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole Just broken glass, a masqerade from the past I heard the door and a figure came from the corridor Shapeless it was as told but Its tar black blood was gone I heard it got torn apart It settled by my table and leaned on Its scythe Which It still carried along though It had gone blunt and rusted through I listed to the weary sound of Its breath And together we watched the choir of shadows play All the way to the very last encore Until even the darkest light had gone And in the end there were no applause Only dust covered the empty hall And a sole harmonized, hollow heart In the darkest light performs The enchanting choir of shadows Bleeding its madness into me Leaving me fragments of things that never were whole Just broken glass, a masqerade from the past I heard the door and a figure came from the corridor Shapeless it was as told but Its tar black blood was gone I heard it got torn apart Until even the darkest light had gone And in the end there were no applause Only dust covered the empty hall And a sole harmonized, hollow heart